Bird on a Wire
By UTTubby
Nothing much to me but a little script of print, not even a broken pencil or a rigid speck of ink, not a body worth a breath nor a thought that's worth a penny, if I wait until tomorrow, perhaps there'll not be a care worth any. Not a dream to come true, since life is full of darkness, not a dime to spare, guessing that makes me penniless, not a thought from my mind, nor a blessing from my heart, for If I die tomorrow, thinking I've only been a part. Not much to write about if it doesn't rain on me, not a thought in my mind complete with sanity, not a breath from my lips that's beautiful by itself, think I'll simply lay it down or put it upon a shelf. Not a care to be had nor a breath do I breathe, guess I'll wait for another bird, to bring me in from sea, not a tear from my eyes could wash away my pain, guess I'll keep on trying North, flying against the grain. Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 07 2001 02:42 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Nothing much to me but a little script of print, ..."